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Alternative Ending to "Vaulting the Sea"

  Taoyu would always remember that last jump. “Three, two, one,” he could still hear his words echoing from the past. He bent his knees and raised his arms alongside Hai, and realized that they were not going to be together, not beyond that water, not in this life.  "A brief vision floated through his mind. He could stay on the board. He could leave his life, leave Hai and start over. Almost immediately, he rejected the idea. Taoyu knew that he could not do that to Hai. They had spent their whole lives together and Hai was his closest friend. Hai was the love of his life. Not jumping would mean ruining Hai’s life, everything they had worked for.  Taoyu’s only option was to jump, to dive below the water and stay there. He would be trapped in his love for Hai. His life would be a paradox, both lonely yet never alone. He sensed Hai’s muscles tensing, preparing to dive. When the moment came, he jumped. The water enveloped him, the cold water sending chills through his body. H...
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What makes friends, friends?

Unlike family members, no one is born with friends. Having good friends is important, and it would be impossible to get through life without them. Though it might seem like the only thing that matters with friends is compatibility and the people themselves, there are many outside factors that make friendship one of the most complicated relationships in life. Most friendships can be organized into three basic categories. Friends by environment, friends by chance, and friends by fate. Friends by environment are friends that you make because of being in close proximity to them (for example, friends that you make  on a sports team or other after-school activity). Friends by chance are friends that you make purely by coincidence, such as meeting someone on an airplane flight or bumping into them on the street. Friends by fate are people that make it seem like it would be impossible not to be friends with them. These are friends that you always want to be with and that you “click with.”...

Reimagining Bloodchild from T'Gatoi's Perspective

  I heard something walking around outside, followed by pained breathing and then a muted thud. “Lien, can you stand up?” I asked suddenly. She was caged against me, her eyes half shut from the egg. She muttered something in reply, reluctant to stand up, “Up, Lien!” I said forcefully. I twisted towards the door, slipping out and spotting an unconscious Terran figure. My mind raced as I realized that it was a “N’Tlic.” I wanted to protect Gan from seeing, but I knew that I couldn’t let the grubs die. There were lives to save.  I tried to send Gan away, but he insisted on staying. I couldn’t do anything to stop him, there was no time left. “Go out and slaughter an animal that is at least half your size,” I said to Gan. I sent out Lien and her daughters. Lien had always been good to me, she shouldn’t have to worry about her son. Gan came back with an achti. I wasted no time, taking Bram’s clothes off and using my claw to slice his stomach open. My heart filled with joy when I saw...
…And in time” his voice rose – “there will come a generation that had got beyond facts, beyond impressions, a generation absolutely colorless, a generation  “Seraphically free From taint of personality”   which will see the French Revolution not as it happened… but as it would have happened had it taken place in the days of the Machine.” - Forster, page 70 (quote taken from “The Lark Ascending,” a poem by George Meredith)   Free from taint of personality : “The Machine Stops” “The Machine Stops” is a striking short story about a possible dystopia where technology rules humans. A single machine controls almost every aspect of life and everyone lives in complete isolation. Forster manages to create a world surprisingly similar to ours. With the pandemic, most activities were moved online. Though our COVID world never reached the levels of isolation as described in “The Machine Stops,” descriptions about the lectures that Vashti attends seem eerily reminiscent of the non-sto...